Black Stone Turned Into Dust

by recklessl0ve

Katherine Stewart was a normal 17-year-old, with a mother, father, brother and a boyfriend. That was until she was taken from her universe and dumped into a parallel one where her favourite TV show is real life. She's now travelling with the star of that show and her favourite character. That character is The Doctor. Not a romance story, just a friendship

10. Blink

Authors Note: Ohai there. I'm back. And this time it's Blink. Oh yeaah ;)
Biggest thanks ever to grapejuice101 for all the awesome ideas.
And another big thanks to my friend Beth, who doesn't have an account for her use of the phrase "And I'm Tinkerbell." That line have me inspiration for the first scene. And she's a babe, so there we go.

So yeah, enjoy the chapter. And don't. Blink.

"I can't believe this." I mumbled as I hauled myself and my own bow and arrow into a taxi, a load of money, more than we needed in fact in my other hand. I quickly scooted over to the other side of the cab as The Doctor also climbed in, "I can't believe we're chasing after a lizard."

"It's a not a lizard!" The Doctor said, "Like I've said to you a billion times, it's just like a lizard. It's actually called a—"

I lifted my hand up in front of him to stop him from correcting me yet again, "I know. It's an alien that lives on the other side of the universe, and it also has a name that I can't pronounce. So I'm going to call it a lizard." I said, ignoring the looks that the driver was giving me through the rear view mirror.

"It's not that hard to pronounce."

"And I'm Tinkerbell." I scoffed, causing The Doctor to roll his eyes, "But seriously, I thought Raxacoricofallapatorius was hard to say. I was wrong."

The Doctor rolled his eyes again, "Look, say it with me. A—"

"Stop the cab!" I yelled when I saw the sight of a lizard, sorry, lizard like form crawl around the corner and down into another street. The taxi came to a quick halt and The Doctor immediately jumped out of it, waiting for me. I grabbed a couple of pound notes from the load that was now in my pocket and handed them over to the driver, "Keep the change, don't have time for it." I said as I quickly climbed out of the taxi where The Doctor was waiting.

"Where did you see it go?" he asked.

I searched around the street that we were now in. I hadn't properly seen where it had done after it turned the corner, it could have gone anywhere, but my guesses is that it would have just gone straight on, "This way." I said pointing in the direction that I thought the lizard was heading, and we both quickly rushed down the street.

"Katherine!" I heard someone behind me shout. I turned around to see a woman running towards me. Her hair was dark blonde and she was wearing jeans and a purple top, along with a greeny blue cardigan and along with her in her hand was a chunky, purple folder. As soon as she came up to me, she pulled me into a hug and while I didn't know her I awkwardly returned it, "Katherine! Oh my God, you're okay. You had me worried! I thought I'd never see you again." Okay, this is slightly weird.

"Sorry, don't want to sound rude, but who are you?" I asked.

The woman pulled out of the hug looking at me with a puzzled expression on her face, "You don't remember me do you?"

I shook my head, "We haven't even met."

"Sorry." The Doctor said butting in, "Me and Kat, we've sort of got a bit of a complex life. Things don't always happen to us in quite the right order. Gets confusing at times, especially weddings." He rambled, "I'm rubbish at weddings, especially my own."

"Oh my God of course! You're time travellers. It hasn't happened to you two yet, none of it. It's still in your future." The woman said.

"What hasn't happened yet?" The Doctor asked with a raised eyebrow.

I sighed, "We don't have time for this, Doctor." I said, "20 minutes, and those things are going to hatch and the lizard's going to get them."

"It was me!" The woman continued, ignoring what both me and The Doctor had just said, almost as if she was talking to herself, "Oh, for God's sake, it was me all along. You got it all from me."

"Got what?" The Doctor asked.

The woman took a deep breath before speaking again, "Okay, listen. One day, you're going to get stuck in 1969. Make sure you've got this with you. You're going to need it." She said holding out the chunky purple folder she had, had in her hands to The Doctor who took it.

"Right, okay." The Doctor said slowly as he looked down at the folder, "Anyway, got to dash. Things happening. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard."

I scoffed, "So you're allowed to call it a lizard, but I'm not?"

"Well…" The Doctor trailed off, "Nope, I've got nothing. You win." He then turned to the woman who was laughing slightly to herself, "Anyway like I said, best be going."

"No worries." The woman said calming herself down quickly, "On you go. See you around some day." She said as we both started heading back down the street until The Doctor quickly turned around to look back at the woman how was still standing there.

"What was your name?" he asked.

"Sally Sparrow." She said. It was a nice name. I liked it. It sounded like the kind of name you would get in a fairy tale, and it suited her a lot.

"Good to meet you, Sally Sparrow." He said smiling.

Just then another man walked up with a pint of skimmed milk in his hand. He had a similar hair colour to Sally's, but his had a more gingery tint to it. He also had the same look of familiarization as he stared at us, just as Sally had just minutes ago, but I didn't know him either, and I'm sure that The Doctor didn't either. When Sally finally saw him she grabbed hold his free hand, entwining it with hers before turning back to me and the Doctor.

"Goodbye Doctor. And I'll see you soon Katherine." She said smiling as she walked with what I guessed was her boyfriend into a shop that was named 'Sparrow and Nightingale'. The Doctor smirked slightly before grabbing hold of my hand dragging me along with him.

"Got to catch that lizard."

XOXO

A few days later.

"So why are we here?" I asked as I stepped out of the TARDIS, looking around and taking in the view. In front of me was an old, Victorian style house. It must have been abandoned a while ago, as the place looked like it was falling apart, and to say that the plants and weeds were overgrown would be an understatement. But at the same time it was still beautiful, and if I had a camera, I would be going all professional photographer on this one. It was absolutely beautiful.

"A lot of reports of missing persons in this area, this exact house to be precise. Western Drumlins." The Doctor shrugged, "It's been going on over two years, but there have been more cases recently than usual."

"Well," I began as both me and The Doctor casually strolled up towards the house, "Maybe there's an old mass murdering caretaker that kills everyone that sets foot here."

The Doctor took a look around at the well overgrown plants and weeds, "Well, if he is a caretaker, he's not doing a very good job."

We both laughed as we made our way to the front entrance to the house. The door, as they always are, was locked. Using his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor unlocked it with ease and we entered the house.

The inside was completely empty. Most of the furniture that was once here had been taken away. Only a few items remained here, like a chandelier, a chair, a mirror and a couple of old, empty photo frames. Some of it had even been covered up with plastic, almost as if they were going to be taken away, and then were suddenly unwanted. The wallpaper was almost still intact apart from a few pieces starting to hang off the wall and most of the windows weren't even there anymore, allowing some weeds to make their way through to the house.

"Why would someone just abandon such a beautiful house?" I wondered out loud.

"Maybe whoever used to live here went missing too." The Doctor said while looking up at the ceiling with his 'brainy specs' on.

"But you said this has been only going on for two years." I said, "This house has been abandoned for more than two years."

The Doctor shrugged, "Well, two years is as far back as I know about. It could have been going on for longer."

The Doctor continued to look around the rest of the house and headed upstairs while I stayed downstairs. I stood in one of the doorways, taking a look at the back garden before me, it was just the same weeds everywhere. But placed right in the centre of the garden was a statue. The statue was shaped in the form of a person, probably a woman, I couldn't really tell because the statues hands were covering its face, almost as if it was crying.

"Wouldn't have that in my garden." I mumbled to myself.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard The Doctor cry out my name from upstairs. His tone was ever so slightly scared, so I knew something was wrong.

"Kat!" he shouted again.

Not wasting another second, I bolted back through the living room, or what I guessed was the living room and into the hall way and rushed up the stairs. It was even emptier up here than it was downstairs. There was nothing, no furniture. And even more worrying, there was no Doctor.

He had shouted to me from up here barely a minute ago. So where the hell was he? I began to search through the couple of the rooms that were up here, making sure he wasn't hiding somewhere, trying to play a prank on me. I wouldn't put it past him. In an old creepy abandoned house, everyone tries to spook out their friends. But there was nothing, absolutely nothing. No sign of him at all. Sighing, I headed down to the last door in the hallway.

I got stopped in my tracks, when I saw something right in the corner, hiding in the shadows. It was another one of them statues, but this time it's hands weren't covering it's face. The face was creepy enough to say the least, it was the eyes. The way it looked at you just scared me, if statues can even look at you.

Turning away from the statue, I opened the door to the last room. It was just the others, dark, dingy, empty and no sign of The Doctor what so ever. If he wasn't hiding up here where the hell was he? I turned around to leave the room, and almost jumped out of my skin when I almost collided with the statue. It had moved. Like actually moved. How the hell can statues move? The statue also had its hand out towards me, and in its was The Doctor's TARDIS key.

Now I was really starting to get freaked out. If The Doctor has suddenly disappeared, there was no way he was going to leave his TARDIS key here. He would be using his TARDIS to disappear. Also I knew he wouldn't leave me behind. Whatever had happened, he had disappeared unwillingly.

Dodging the statue I made the way out of the room and back downstairs, only to find that there was another one waiting for me there. This was insane, how can statues move?! I backed away slowly towards the front door. As soon as I opened it, I ran. This place was really freaking me out now, and I needed to get away as soon as possible. I had almost made it to the gate when I tripped over one of the overgrown weeds falling to the floor. I quickly scrambled back up, climbing over the gate so that I was on the other side. And then I ran, not even daring to look back.

What I hadn't realized at the time was that I had dropped his key.

XOXO

The very next morning I headed back to the house. The first thing I done was check where I had fallen the previous day to try and find the key. I had looked for ages and I didn't find it. The TARDIS was gone to which made me even more worried, but the main focus was trying to find the Doctor, then we could find the TARDIS. I headed back inside the house. It was obvious that someone had been here after me because the door has been left wide open, and I remember closing it. Reluctantly, I took a step inside. And as I had expected, the angels had moved yet again. Most of them were inside the house except for one.

"Okay. This is seriously freaky now." I mumbled to myself as I wondered slowly around the house.

He called out for me, then I rushed up there and he was gone. How the hell could he possible disappear in such a small amount of time? I couldn't understand it, it was completely impossible. But then again most things with The Doctor was always impossible. But then most of it made sense to me, a little bit at least. This didn't.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard something come through the letterbox in the front hallway. This place has been abandoned for years, why is anyone still delivering here? Slowly and cautiously, I made my way to the front door, and there, lying down on the floor was an old envelope. The weird thing was, there was no stamp on it. I crouched down picking it up, almost dropping it when I saw who it was to. On the front of the envelope, written in the neatest handwriting I had ever seen was:

Katherine Stewart.

A million questions ran through my head all at once. First, was who had delivered this if it hadn't had a stamp on it? How do they know who I am? And also, how do they know that I was here? I don't know anyone here except from Martha, and I hadn't told her that I was here. I hadn't even told her what's happened yet.

I carelessly ripped open the envelope, pulling out a small piece of paper from it. The piece of paper looked just as old as the envelope did, so it definitely wasn't new at all, which just made me even more confused. Turning the paper the right away around, I began to read the words that had been written in the same neat handwriting.

Go to Banto's DVD store on Queen's Street. Ask for a man called Lawrence Nightingale. You'll find Sally Sparrow there too. You need her.

"Sally Sparrow." I repeated to myself.

I could remember the name, I had heard it somewhere before, I just couldn't remember where. I had heard the name Nightingale too. Whoever they were, apparently I needed them. And I would find them in the DVD store? I had no idea who this letter was from, and if I should even trust them. But I was going to take the risk. Placing the paper back into the envelope, and then putting the envelope into my jean pocket, I walked out the door heading towards this DVD store.

XOXO

"Okay, so he just disappeared?" Martha's voice came down the phone.

I sighed as I turned around the corner and into Queens Street, "Yes, Martha, like I've already told you a million times. He just disappeared."

"How?"

"I don't know." I said, walking up the street. Finally reaching a shop with the sign "Banto's" written, I opened the door taking a step inside.

"Well, do you know where's he's disappeared to?"

"Nope. Now shut up and hold on for a second." I said taking the phone away from my ear as I walked up to the counter where a rather large man with long hair and a shaggy beard was sitting behind it, his eyes practically glued to the TV that was showing some old TV show. Noticing I was there, he put his finger against his lip while he continued to watch the TV for a minute, obviously wanting me to be quiet. After a second he turned his attention back around to me, "Um I'm looking for a Lawrence Nightingale?" I asked.

The man gestured towards the room that was behind him, "He's in the back." He said as his eyes wondered back to the TV.

Not exchanging another word with the man I walked around the corner towards the room that he was been pointing too. My head was suddenly telling me this is what great mistake. What was I going to say when I met him? I couldn't exactly say I found a note from an anonymous person telling me to come and find him here, and that I didn't have a reason why. The guy would probably think I was mad. Realizing that I still had my phone in my hand and that Martha was still on the other end of the line I placed the phone back to my ear, "Okay you can talk now."

I heard Martha sigh on the other end, "So, how the hell are you going to find him?" she asked.

I shrugged as I walked into the room. There seemed to be no one in here so I just started to wonder around aimlessly until this Lawrence Nightingale showed up, "I have no idea. But when I do find him I'm so going to…" I drifted off as my eyes caught sight of the TV, or more who was on the TV screen right now, "Kill him." I finished, only just above a whisper.

"Are you all right?" Martha asked.

"Yeah, fine."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, "Yep positive. Anyway, I'm kind of busy." I lied, yet again, "So I'll call you later. Bye." I hung up before Martha could even say another word.

I wasn't all right, not at all. I was completely confused and maybe even border lining insane right now. The Doctor was there, on the television, brainy specs on and everything. I walked up closer towards the TV squinting slightly as I did so. I even pinched myself, but I still got the pain, and I hadn't woken up anywhere else. So this was real.

"Well look who it is." I mumbled to myself, "The idiot."

"Oi, I heard that!" The Doctor's voice suddenly came from the TV. Causing me to jump back slightly. Okay, I was defiantly going insane now. Was he replying? Had he been saying that to me?

"Quite possibly." The Doctor said again. Great, so he can read my mind now from a TV too.

"Afraid so."

Just before I was about the scream at the TV, a man walked in. His face looked slightly familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. Realizing that he had actually spoken to me, and I was just standing there staring at him, I thought I was best to say something.

"Um… Hi." Great, Katherine. Brilliant.

"38." The Doctor on the TV said again, and the man's attention turned straight to that.

"Hold on a second." He said as he walked towards the table that the TV had been placed on. He picked up a remote control that had also been there and pressed a button, pausing him before picking up a bowl of what looked like peanuts and began munching on the, just staring at me, waiting for me to say something again.

"Um, you're Lawrence Nightingale, yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "Why?"

Right, I'm guessing here comes the hard but of explaining to him why I'm actually here without sounding completely insane at the same time. This is going to be hard. Come on, Katherine, say something. Say something that's not stupid. I thought to myself. And stop staring at him, it's creepy.

I was saved by another woman walking into the room. She had dark blonde hair and a dark brown coat on. Now, this woman I remembered perfectly, she was the one that had run up and hugged me the other day but I didn't know her. Sally Sparrow. It was then that it all clicked. That had been a future her, that's how she had known me, because this was her past. That was why whoever has posted that letter did so, because she need to be here with me. And because I need her. Still not sure why on that, but it's all starting to make sense. I turned my head back around the Lawrence, I remembered him now too, and he had been there with her. I had seen him for barely a minute but he had been there. It was all kind of exciting.

"Oh, sorry." She said to Lawrence, gesturing to someone, "Didn't know someone else was here."

"Yeah, just a moment." Lawrence said to her before turning back to me. His eyes lit up suddenly, and if this was a cartoon, I bet that a light bulb would have lit up above his head. He quickly turned back around to Sally, "Hold on a minute, we've met haven't we?"

Sally smirked slightly, "It'll come to you."

I could almost imagine another light bulb light up above his head as he said: "Oh my God." And he moved his bowl of peanuts down towards his crotch. I tried not to laugh slightly at his expression.

"There it is." Sally said her smirk now even bigger.

"Sorry." He said, "Sorry, again, about the whole…" he drifted off, obviously not wanting to say it, especially in front of me, he then turned back to me then back to Sally and then me again, not sure who to talk to, "Ugh, dealing with two people is hard." He then turned to Sally, "Why are you here?" he asked.

"Oh," she said, "I just have a message from your sister." She paused for a second, sort of like I had probably, just staring at him. Like I had thought when I done it, it looked creepy.

"What?" Lawrence asked, "What is it? What's the message?"

"She's had to go away for a bit." She said.

"Where?" Lawrence asked.

"Just a work thing." Sally answered, "Nothing to worry about. And…"

"And what?"

"She loves you." Sally said smiling slightly, "That's nice isn't it?"

Lawrence's eyes darkened slightly as he stared at Sally with a scared expression, "Is she ill?"

Sally's eyes widened slightly, "No! No."

"Am I ill?" Lawrence asked, still with the same expression on his face.

"No."

Lawrence looked behind him and the turned back to Sally smiling slightly, "This is a trick, isn't it?"

"No." Sally said, shaking her head, "She loves you."

"People don't understand time." The Doctor's voice came from the TV again, making my head shoot around to look at it again, "It's not what you think it is."

Lawrence picked up the remote again and pressed the pause button again, "Sorry, the pause thing keeps slipping." He said. He then turned around to look at me, pointing the remote at me, "Sorry, why are you here again?"

"Oh, um, doesn't matter, I'm just here to pick up something." I lied, "This guy. Why do you have him on a DVD?" I asked gesturing to the TV.

"Yeah, who is he?" Sally asked, "Last night at Kathy's, you had him on all those screens, that same guy. Taking about, I don't know, blinking or something."

"Yeah, the bit about the blinking's great." Lawrence said as he took a seat in a leather, spinning chair, "I was just checking to see if they were all the same."

"What were all the same?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, "What is this? Why's he on a DVD?"

"He's an Easter egg." He answered, grinning.

"What?" Both me and Sally asked at the exact same time, making us both glance at each other slightly, as Lawrence began to explain what he meant.

"Like a DVD extra." He explained, "You know how on DVDs they put extras, you know documentaries and stuff? Well, sometimes they put on hidden ones and they call them Easter eggs. You have to go looking for them, follow a bunch of clues of the menu screen."

"Complicated." The Doctor said again. He was right though, it sounded really complicated.

"Sorry." Lawrence said as he yet again paused the DVD, "It's interesting, actually. He is on 17 different DVDs. There are 17 totally unrelated DVDs all with him on, always hidden away, always a secret." He said, "Not even the publishers know. I've talked to the manufacturers, right? They don't even know. He's like… He's a ghost DVD extra. Just shows up where he's not supposed to be. But only on those. Those 17."

"Well, what does he do?" Sally asked.

Lawrence shrugged, "He just sits there, making random remarks. It's like we're hearing half a conversation." He said, "Me and the guys are always trying to work out the other half."

"When you say you and the guys, you mean the internet, don't you?" I asked.

Lawrence turned to look at me, almost slightly creeped out at what I said, "How'd you know?" he asked.

"Spooky, isn't it?" I said smirking.

Lawrence gave me a look before he turned back to the TV, picking up the remote and pressing play. And the Doctor began to talk again.

"Very complicated."

"Lawrence! Need you!" The man out at the front of the shop shouted.

"Excuse me a sec." he said as he got up out of the spinning chair and left to go out front. Walking over to the chair I sat down in it as I began to spin it around in it while Sally just continued to look at The Doctor on the TV screen.

"Seriously? You're ganging up on me?" I raised an eye brow at The Doctor's words as he sighed and continued, "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect," The Doctor said, "But actually, from a non-linear, non-subjected viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, stuff."

"Started well, that sentence." Sally said smirking.

"It's got away from me, yeah."

Sally jumped back slightly, "Okay that was weird."

"Don't even question it." I said still spinning around in the chair, "He done it to me earlier. It's kind of weird."

"But it sounds like he can hear me." she said.

"Well I can hear you."

"Okay, that's enough." Sally snapped as she picked up the remote pausing him again. I suddenly stopped spinning around the chair at her sudden outburst and stared at her, "I've had enough now. I've had a long day and I've had bloody enough!"

Just then Lawrence walked back into the room, a green folder in his hands, staring and Sally with the same surprised expression that I had. To be honest though I don't blame him. To him both Sally and me probably seem like nutters, what with the staring and now this.

"Sorry, bad day." Sally said as she noticed Lawrence's presence.

"Got you two the list." He said holding out to bits of paper towards us both.

"What?" Sally asked.

"The 17 DVDs," he said, "Thought you guys might be interested."

"Yeah. Great. Thanks." Sally said as she took the piece of paper and rushed out of the room.

I stood still for a second staring at Sally's disappearing body. The note said that I needed her. I still didn't know what for yet, but I needed her. So I should really follow her shouldn't I? With absolute no hesitation I took my list of the DVD's out of Lawrence's hands and left the DVD store, out into the pouring rain only just catching up with Sally.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Police station." She said bluntly.

"Mind if I come with you?" I asked.

"And why would you do that?" she asked.

I sighed, there was no way of trying to even explain this one without telling the truth. So I began explaining as we carried on walking, "This is going to sound mad. But I was up at this old abandoned house. And someone left me a note there, telling me to go to that DVD store and find you. Said I need you."

Sally stopped abruptly turned to look at me, "This house was it Wester Drumlins?" she asked, I nodded, "Someone left me a note too. Someone called the Doctor."

"The Doctor?" I asked.

"Yeah," She said, "Why do you know him?"

I nodded, "The guy on the TV screen in the DVD store, that's The Doctor. He's my friend. We were up at Wester Drumlins yesterday, and he disappeared."

"He disappeared?" she asked, I nodded again, "My friend Kathy disappeared too." She grabbed my hand and started pulling me along the street as I tried my best to keep up with her.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Like I said," she said, "Police Station."

XOXO

"Look, we know how mad we're sounding."

We finally reached the police station. Both mine and Sally's clothes were soaked all the way through by the time we got there, and our hair was dripping, if this day wasn't as stressful enough. The police officer behind the desk wasn't helping either; we were trying to explain it as best as we could. But then what we were saying was completely mad.

"Shall we try it from the beginning this time?" the policeman said.

Sally sighed, "Okay, there's this house, a big, old house."

I nodded, "It's been empty for years." I added, "It's called Wester Drumlins. It's out by the estate. You've probably seen it."

"Wester Drumlins?" The policeman asked and both of us nodded, "Could you two just wait here for a minute?"

I sighed in frustration as the policeman walked off. At least we were getting somewhere, I guess. He wouldn't have gone off if he thought it was just nothing. I turned around from the desk to look out of the window, the rain was still pouring it down make it almost impossible to see what was outside, but I could just make them out. A figure of a human with their hands covering their faces. The statues from the house. Were they following me now? And why? I walked up to the window and Sally followed me, obviously recognising them from the time that she went to the house. The next second we knew they were gone, like they had vanished into thin air, like they were never there. I hadn't even seen them move.

"Okay." I mumbled to myself, "Seriously going insane now."

I turned around to see a dark skinned man walking in from the staff door. He wasn't wearing a police uniform, so I guessed he was one of those private detective people that you always see on crime drama shows. He walking over to the policeman that me and Sally has just been talking to so I guessed he was for us.

"Hi. DI Billy Shipton. Wester Drumlins, that's mine." He said in if I wasn't mistaken was some sort of Jamaican accent. He handed over a folder that he had been carrying over to the policeman, "Can't talk now. Got a thing that I can't be late for, so if you could just…" he trailed off when he caught sight of Sally, looking her up and down he said: "Hello."

"Er, Marcie," he said turning back around the policeman again, "Can you tell them I'm going to be late for that thing?"

XOXO

DI Shipton turned on the lights to one of the many storage holding facilities at the police station. This one was for cars and other vehicles. Mostly the ones that got abandoned at Wester Drumlins. The Doctor was wrong, there had been way more than twenty. There was at least thirty-five to forty vehicles here.

"All of them?" Sally asked as we walked around.

"Over the last two years, yeah." DI Shipton said, "They all still have personal items in them and a couple still had the motor running."

"So over the last two years, the owners of all these vehicles have driven up to Wester Drumlins house, parked outside and just disappeared?" Sally asked, although I would say, given the evidence, it was more of a statement than a question. Sally stopped walking when she caught sight of something, "What's that?"

I followed her gaze to the very corner of the storage room. It was the TARDIS. So that's where it went. I thought. The police took it here. I tried to stop a smile from forming on my face at the sight of it. If they knew that I knew what it was, it would just ask even more questions. And as mad as today has been, I don't think even Sally would believe that the tiny wooden box in front of her cannot only travel in space and time, but it's bigger on the inside too.

"Ah. The pride of the Wester Drumlins collection." DI Shipton said as both me and Sally walked up to it, "We found that there too. Somebody's idea of a joke, I suppose."

"But what is it? What's a police box?" Sally asked.

"Well, it's a special kind of phone box for policeman." Di Shipton explained as I walked around the TARDIS, subtly stroking it. I was seriously getting as bad as the Doctor now, "They used to have then all over, but this isn't a real one. The phone is just a dummy and the windows are the wrong size. Can't even get in it." He said as he tried yanking open the doors, "Ordinary Yale lock, but nothing fits."

My hand instantly went up to the chain on my neck that was holding the key. I really just wanted to open up the doors and go inside. I had been away from it for not even and day, but I still missed it.

"But that's not the big question." DI Shipton carried on talking to Sally, "See, you're missing the big question."

"Okay, what's the big question?" She asked.

"Will you have a drink with me?" He asked.

Sally blinked, "I'm sorry?"

"Drink?" he asked, "You, me, now?"

"Sorry to interrupt you two," I said, "But aren't you onto duty, Detective Inspector Shipton?"

"Nope. Knocked off before I left." He said, "Told them I had a family crisis."

"Why?" Sally asked.

"Because life is short and you are hot. Drink?" he asked again. He then turned around to me, "You can come too." He said winking.

"No." Sally said walking away. I quickly left the side of the TARDIS and followed her, smirking slightly.

"Ever?" he asked Sally's disappearing figure.

"Maybe."

"Phone number?"

"Moving rather fast, DI Shipton." Sally said turning around to look at him.

"Billy." He said, "I'm off duty."

"Aren't you just?" Sally said stopping in her tracks. She took out a small notebook from her jacket pocket along with a pen and she started the scrawl the numbers onto a clean page.

"Is that your phone number?" Billy asked.

"Just my phone number." She said, "Not a promise, not a guarantee, not an IOU, just a phone number." She said ripping the paper out of the notebook and handing it over to Billy.

"Do I get yours?" he asked me.

"Oh, I don't think you need mine." I said smirking.

Billy smirked back, "So that's Sally…?" he asked waiting for Sally to say her surname.

"Sally Shipton." Both me and Billy looked at her smirking slightly. She quickly realized what she done and started trying to cover it up, "Sparrow! Sally Sparrow." She said blushing slightly, "Okay, going now. Don't look at me." she said grabbing my hand dragging me out.

"I'll phone you." Billy said.

"Don't look at me."

"Phone you tomorrow."

"Don't look at me."

"Might even phone you tonight."

"Don't look at me."

"Definitely going to phone you gorgeous girl!" Billy shouted as we shut the door behind us.

"Definitely better!" Sally shouted back.

XOXO

We had just got outside of the police station when Sally stopped suddenly, making me almost slam into her. She brought out a key that was also on a chain, it looked a lot like mine, and that was when it clicked. So that's where the key went to. I took my hand out my jean pocket and snatched it out of her bare hands.

"Nope." I said, "No way."

Sally looked at me with a confused expression on her face, "But it might be the key that opens the door to the police box."

I sighed. Yet another place that I'm having to tell the truth, "Sally, it does open the door. I know it does." I brought out the chain around my neck showing me key to Sally. She looked between mine and the Doctor's in my hand.

"They're the same." She said, and I nodded. She looked down at the ground for a second as if she was thinking, "It's the Doctor's, isn't it?"

Just then a ringing noise came from Sally's pocket. She fumbled around before finally pulling out her phone. Pressing the call button she answered it.

"Hello?" She said. The voice of someone came down the other end but I couldn't make out who it was until Sally finally said:

"Billy, where are you?"

XOXO

3rd Person POV

1969

Billy Shipton fell back against the hard wall of a dark and dingy alleyway. Feeling far too weak to anything, he simply let himself slide down the wall and slump onto the damp floor beneath him.

He didn't understand how he had gotten here. One second he was in the storage facility of the police station staring a police box surrounded by statues, the next second he was here. He had done nothing, absolutely nothing at all. Except blink, but that's all he done, blink.

A pinging sound from not far by reverberated through his ear drums, causing a massive pain in his head. However he had got here, it had given him the most terrible headache ever. Looking up to where the dreadfully annoying noise was coming from he say a long, thin man wearing a brown suit and trench coat walking up towards him, holding some weird device in his hands.

"Welcome." The man said as he walked closer towards him.

"Where am I?" Billy asked.

"1969. Not as bad as it goes, you've got the moon landing to look forward to." The man said, "I went with my friend… when we had transport but I'm working on it."

"How did I get here?" Billy asked.

"Same way I did." The man said, "Touch of an angel. Same one probably since you ended up in the same year." He said as he climbed over the railings towards Billy. He tried to stand up but the man stopped him as he sat down next to him, "No, no, no. Don't get up. Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath, don't go swimming for half an hour."

"I-I don't… I can't…" Billy stuttered.

"Fascinating race, the weeping angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death, the rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye." The man said, "You die in the past and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had. All your stolen moments." He paused for a second, "They're creature of the abstract, they live off potential energy."

"What in God's name are you talking about?" Billy asked, looking rather confused.

"Tracked you down with this." The man said ignoring what Billy had just said, holding up the device he had seen him holding before, "This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes "bing" when there's stuff. Also it can boil an egg at 30 paces… Whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learnt to stay away from hens." He said turning to look at Billy, "It's not pretty when they blow."

Billy sighed, "I don't understand. Where am I?"

"I told you, 1969. Normally, I'd offer you a lift home, but someone nicked my motor." The man said, "So I need you to take a message to Katherine Stewart and Sally Sparrow." The man paused for a second looking at Billy with right in the eye, "And I'm sorry, Billy, I am very, very sorry. It's going to take you a while."

XOXO

Katherine's POV.

Me and Sally walked up the hospital ward where Billy had told us he would be. It was yet another thing that I couldn't understand. We had just seen him, and he was fine, there nothing wrong with him at all. What could have possibly happened in the 5 minutes that we had left him to when he had phoned Sally? I guess he could have gotten run over, but we never saw him come out the police station.

The ward was completely empty, except for one bed right at the end on the right hand side. I walked up closer towards the bed. Laying in it was an old man, a lot more older than Billy was. But I could still recognise slightly that it was him. He was asleep now, so neither me nor Sally decided to bother him. I turned around to look out the window at the still, pouring rain.

"It was raining when we met." Billy said in his familiar Jamaican accent.

Both mine and Sally's heads snapped round to look at the now awake Billy, both with our eyebrows raised, "It's the same rain." Sally said.

Billy nodded slightly, "I know."

I sighed, "Billy, what happened to you?"

"I got sent back to 1969." Billy answered simply. I was about to speak and ask how he even got to 1969, but he stopped me, "I don't fully understand it myself. I was told by the touch of an angel." I raised an eyebrow at him and he laughed, "Nope, me neither. But it happened, one minute I was here the next I was in 1969."

"Oh, Billy, I'm sorry." Sally said looking at him sympathetically.

Billy shook his head, "Don't be, I've had a good life. Look." He grabbed the photo frame that had been lying on his bed side table and held it out towards us, "I even got married."

I took the picture frame and held it so that both me and Sally could see it. In it was a picture of a younger Billy, couldn't have been that much older than he was when we had met him a few minutes ago. He was dressed in a smart black suit and even had sideburns. On his finger was a brand new wedding ring and next to him was his wife. She had dark brown hair and piercing sapphire blue eyes, and looked completely stunning in her beautiful wedding dress.

"She looks nice." Sally said smiling.

"Her name was Sally too." Billy said grinning slightly.

I smirked, "Sally Shipton."

"Sally Shipton." Billy said laughing, both me and Sally joining in as I placed the photo frame back down onto the table, "I often thought about looking for you before tonight. Both of you." Billy said, "But apparently it would have torn a hole in the fabric of space and time and destroyed two thirds of the universe." He paused before adding light heartedly, "Also, I had lost my hair."

Sally smiled slightly before saying: "Two thirds of the universe? Where'd you get that from?" Oh I think I know.

"There's a man in 1969. He sent me with a message for you two." Billy said.

"What man?" I asked, hoping that the man was who I thought it was.

"The Doctor." Billy said as if it was the most obvious thing. So I was right.

"What was the message?" Sally asked.

"Just this," Billy said, "Look at the list."

"Is that it? Look at the list?" I asked, "What does that mean?"

"He said you'd have it by now. A list of 17 DVDs." Billy said. My eyes widened and both me and Sally, at the same time searched through our pockets for our copies of the list, "The Doctor has another for you Katherine." I looked up to him with a raised eyebrow, "He said he's sorry, and that he'll see you again soon if all goes to plan."

"You mean he as a plan?" I asked, Billy simply shrugged and I guessed that he never told Billy what the plan was. Finally finding the list I pulled it out of my pocket as did Sally with hers and we both started to look at it.

"I didn't stay a policeman back then. I got into publishing, then video publishing." He then began to smirk, "Then DVDs, of course."

I shot my head up from looking at the list and looked up at him in realization, grinning like a maniac, "You put the Easter egg on." He simply just grinned back as both me and Sally came to sit on the end of the bed at each side.

"Have you noticed what all 17 DVDs have in common yet?" he asked and both me and Sally shook our heads, "I suppose it's hard for you in a way, even more for you, Katherine."

"How could the Doctor even know we had a list though?" Sally asked, "We only just got them."

"I asked him how, but he said he couldn't tell me." Billy said, "He said you'd both understand it one day, but that I never would."

"Well, as soon as we understand it, we'll come and tell you." I said.

"No, gorgeous girl." Billy said, "You can't. There's only tonight. He told me all those years ago, that we'll only meet again this one time. On the night I die."

"Oh my God." I whispered to myself.

"Oh, Billy." Sally said, taking hold of his hand.

"It's kept me going. I'm an old, sick man." Billy said, "But I've had something to look forward to." He smiled slightly taking hold of Sally's hand in return, sighing, "Life is long and you are hot." He then turned to me, "You too by the way, I never told you that. But The Doctor warned me off." I laughed slightly while trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to come out, taking hold of his free hand. He sighed again, "Look at my hands. An old man's hands. How did that happen?"

"We'll stay." Sally said.

I nodded, "We're going to stay with you."

"Thank you, Sally Sparrow, Katherine Stewart." He looked out towards the window, the rain still pouring down, "I have until the rain stops."

XOXO

I don't think I've ever been so upset to see the sun before. The whole time that I had been sitting there with Billy, I just wished that the rain would never, ever stop. I had long ago given up on trying to fight back the tears and just let them stream down my face, my makeup was pretty much ruined now but I didn't care. Because Billy was dead. It's funny; I had known Billy barely an hour, but it still felt like I had lost someone I had known my whole life. His body had been taken away long ago along with all his personal items and the bed had been stripped. The ward was completely empty now, with the stupid sun rays pouring through the gaps in the blind.

"I've got it." Sally said bringing me out of my own thoughts.

"What?"

Sally didn't say another word. She looked down at the list in her hands, slightly scrunching it up in her hands as she stormed out of the hospital ward, leaving me to follow after her.

XOXO

Sally placed the phone to her ear, waiting impatiently for Lawrence to answer the phone as we walked down the busy street of London. It took an eternity for Lawrence to answer the phone. Well I say an eternity… more like eight rings. But it's still a long time. He was mumbling, so I could only just barely make out what he was saying.

"Bantos." He said sleepily.

"They're mine." Sally said.

"What?"

"The DVDs on the list, the 17 DVDs, what they've got in common is me." Sally said, "They're all the DVDs I own, the Easter egg was intended for me."

There was a slight pause of the other end of the line before Lawrence finally spoke up again, "You've only got 17 DVDs?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes, snatching the phone out of Sally's hand, "Never mind that you idiot. That's not important." I sighed, "Look, have you got a portable DVD player?"

"Of course. Why?"

"I want you to meet me and Sally."

"Where?"

"Wester Drumlins."

XOXO

There was a loud knock on the door making me and Sally almost jump out of our skin. It was bad enough being in this house, especially at night. But then to hear a loud noise, it made me feel like I was in a horror film. I was kicking myself for even thinking of meeting up with Lawrence here.

We both walked to the front door and opened it. Lawrence was standing outside, looking already creeped out by the house. He stepped in, with his portable DVD player in his hand. He then turned to me, looking at me strangely.

"I know you would live in Scooby Doo's house." He said as he walked further into the house.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't live here."

Sally led Lawrence into the front room. Me and Sally stood to the side of the room watching as Lawrence set up the DVD player on the chair that had been left here. He then brought out a DVD case, placing it into the player. Then after five minutes of mucking around with the menu screen, he finally managed to bring him up.

"Okay. This one has the clearest sound." He held up one the other cases, "Slightly better picture quality on this one, but I don't know—"

"Doesn't matter." I said interrupting him, "Just play it."

Lawrence nodded pressing the play buttons and then moved to stand up with us. Shortly after The Doctor appeared on the screen, taking a seat in front of the camera. Once he was sat down he grabbed his glasses out of his pocket and placed them on and both me and Sally walked across the room so we were right in front of the screen.

"The Doctor." Sally said.

"Who's The Doctor?" Lawrence asked.

Sally pointed to the screen, "He's The Doctor."

"Yup, that's me." The Doctor said nodding.

Sally jumped back slightly, her face suddenly going all serious, "Okay that was weird."

"No, it sounds like he's replying, but he always says that." Lawrence said.

"Yes, I do." The Doctor said.

"And that."

"Yup. And this."

"He can hear us." I said as I bent down so that I was level with the screen, "Oh my God, you impossible man. You can really hear us."

Lawrence rolled his eyes at me, "Of course he can't hear us. Look." He walked over to where his bag was laying pulling a folder out of it as he started to flick through the pages of it, "I've got a transcript see? Everything he says. 'Yup, that's me.' 'Yes, I do.' 'Yup, and this.' Next, it's…"

"Are you going to read out the whole thing?" The Doctor said at the exact same time as Lawrence.

"Sorry." Lawrence said.

"Who are you?" Sally asked.

"I'm a time traveller. Both me and Kat are." The Doctor answered, "Or more we were. I'm stuck in 1969."

I nodded, "Because you're an idiot."

"Oi! I heard that!" The Doctor said.

I raised my eyebrow slightly, "I've seen this bit before."

"Quite possibly."

"1969," Sally said, "That's where you're talking from?"

"Afraid so."

"But how?" Sally asked, "You're replying to us. You can't know exactly what we're going to say 40 years before we say it."

"38." The Doctor corrected.

"I'm getting this down." Lawrence said, "I'm writing in your bits."

"How?" Sally asked, completely ignoring Lawrence, "How is this possible? Tell me."

"No so fast!" Lawrence complained.

"People don't understand time." The Doctor said, "It's not what you think it is."

"Then what is it?" Sally asked.

"Complicated."

"Tell me."

"Very complicated."

"I'm clever and I'm listening." Sally said glaring the screen, "And don't patronise me because people have died and I'm not happy. Tell me."

The Doctor looked completely taken a back at what Sally had just said to him. His gaze averted to the right hand side of the screen where I was sitting, and I instantly knew he was trying to get me to stick up for him. I quickly shook my head.

"I'm with her on this one." I said, "You better tell her."

"Seriously? You're ganging up on me?" He let out an annoyed sigh, "People assume that time is a strict progression from cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff."

"We've seen this bit before too." Sally said, "You said that sentence got away from you."

"It got away from me, yeah."

"Next thing you're going to say is 'Well I can hear you.'"

"Well, I can hear you."

I shook my head, "This is bloody impossible."

"No. It's brilliant!" Lawrence said excitedly as he started scribbling things down onto a page.

"Well, not hear you exactly." The Doctor said, "But I know everything you two are going to say."

Lawrence looked up from the paper, "Always gives me the shivers, that bit."

"How can you know what we're going to say?" Sally asked.

"Look to your left." I done as he said, I looked to my left. All I could see was Lawrence. Did he mean Lawrence? Must have.

"What does he mean by 'look to your left'?" Lawrence asked, "I've written tons about that in the forums. I think it's a political statement."

I rolled my eyes, "He means you." I said, "What are you doing?" I asked as I got up and walking over to where he was sitting. I looked over to see that he had the transcript open. There were bits written in printer ink, and then there were some other bits that were written in blue pen ink.

"I'm writing in your bit." Lawrence said, "That way I've got a complete transcript of the whole conversation. Wait until this hits the Net. This will explode the egg forums."

"I've got a copy of the finished transcript, it's on my Autocue." The Doctor said as I walked back over to the screen.

"How can you have a copy of the finished transcript?" Sally asked, "It's still being written."

"I told you. I'm a time traveller. I got it in the future." Oh my God, that's it. That folder that Sally have to the Doctor, well more that Sally is going to give it to the Doctor in her point of view. It must have had the finished transcript in it. Oh this is exciting.

"Let me get my head around this." Sally said taking in a deep breath, "You're reading aloud from a transcript of a conversation that you're still having."

"Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey."

I rolled my eyes, "Ugh, never mind that." I said turning to look at Lawrence smirking slightly, "You can do short hand?"

"So?" Lawrence said, sitting up into a defensive position.

"What matters is we can communicate. We have got big problems now." The Doctor said, "They have taken the TARDIS haven't they? The angels have the phone box."

"I don't know. Probably." I said turning to look at the screen again, "Because you went and left me and got stuck. Because you're an idiot."

"Hey! I heard that one too!"

"You didn't hear it." I corrected, "You read it off an Autocue."

"Kat, this really isn't the time for you to get all clever and cocky."

"Neither are the times where you get all clever and cocky." I retorted.

"Kat, seriously, please, just shut up."

I crossed my arms, "No. It's not like you can make me." I said glaring at the screen, "You shut up."

"Well, you can't make me shut up either."

"Oh you wanna bet? Fine I'll turn the DVD off." I said reaching out for the stop button.

"No, no, no!" The Doctor shouted, "Don't do that!"

I smirked in satisfaction, "Say you're sorry for telling me to shut up, and then I won't turn you off."

"Are you serious?"

"Do it."

The Doctor sighed, "Fine. I'm sorry for telling you to shut up."

I nodded, "Okay. That's good enough. Wasn't so hard was it?" I asked, "Now we can get back to the point."

Sally raised an eyebrow, looking from me to the screen, and then back to me again, "Are you two always like this?" she asked.

I shrugged, "Most of the time, yeah." I said, "But sometimes he's a bigger idiot."

"Oi!" The Doctor shouted.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh shut up."

Sally sighed, "Can we get back to the point before you two start arguing again?" she said, "You said the angels have the phone box. What do you mean angels?"

"Do you mean the statues?" I asked.

"Creatures from another world."

"But they're just statues." Sally said.

"I don't think they are." I said, "Because, well I'd see them in one place, then I'd say them somewhere else in the house. Like they moved."

The Doctor simply nodded, "They're only statues when you see them."

Sally raised an eyebrow, "What does that mean?"

"The Lonely Assassins they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from, but they're as old as the universe, or very nearly, and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are quantum locked." The Doctor explained, "They don't exist when they're being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature, they freeze into rock. No choice, it's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone." He said, "Course, a stone can't kill you, either, but then you turn your head away. Then you blink. And, oh yes, it can."

"Don't take your eyes off that." I said staring at one of the angels in that was standing in the garden.

"That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. Loneliest creatures in the universe." The Doctor said, "And I'm sorry, I am very, very sorry. It's up to you now."

"What are we supposed to do?" Sally asked.

"The TARDIS. The blue box, it's my time machine. There's a world of time energy in there that they could feast on forever, but the damage they could do could switch off the sun." The Doctor said, "You've got to send it back to me."

"How?" I asked, but I didn't get an answer, "How?!"

"And that's it, I'm afraid. There's no more from either of you on the transcript, that's the last I've got. I don't know what stopped you talking, but I can guess. They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink." The Doctor said, "Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away and don't blink. Good luck."

And then the film ran out.

"No, don't! Doctor you can't!" I shouted, hitting the screen.

"I'll rewind him." Lawrence said shuffling over towards the DVD player.

"What good will that do?" I snapped. Suddenly realization hit me and I stared at him in horror, "You're not looking at the statue."

"Neither are either of you."

The three of us turned our heads slowly around in the direction of where the statue was. We all jumped up backing away quickly as the statue had moved and was barely a metre away from us. It was no longer covering its eyes, and it was sort of baring it's teeth like some sort of vampire.

"Keep looking at it." Sally said as we continued to back away, "Keep looking at it."

"It's just one, right?" Lawrence asked nervously, "It's just this one. We're okay if we just keep staring at this one statue. Everything's going to be fine."

"There's three more." Sally said.

"Three?"

"They were upstairs before, but I think I heard them moving." Sally said.

"Moving? Three of them?" Lawrence said, his voice shaky.

"Me and Katherine are going to look around," Sally said, "We're going to check. You keep looking at this one. Don't blink. Remember what he said, don't even blink."

"Who blinked?" Lawrence said, "I'm too scared to blink."

"Okay we're going to the door." Sally said, "Front door."

We started to edge slowly towards the front door, me and Sally looked behind us every now and then, while Lawrence kept looking at the statue at all times as we led him around.

"We can't all get to the front door without taking our eyes of that thing, so you stay here." I said to Lawrence.

"What?"

"Me and Sally will be just around the corner," I said, "You stay here."

I rushed around the corner, Sally following behind me looking around for any statues that might sneak up behind us. I turned around the corner towards the front door. I pulled on the door handle in an attempt to open it, but it won't budge, no matter how hard I pulled.

"Shit." I muttered to myself, "They've locked us in!"

"Why?" Lawrence shouted.

"I think I've got something they want." I shouted back, "The key, I have a key to the blue box. And Sally had The Doctor's. They've been following us to try and get either one of them. We led them to the TARDIS and now they've got that."

"Well then, give them the key." Lawrence said.

"We're going to check the back door," I said ignoring him, there was no way I was going to give them that key. Over my dead body, "You wait here." I said as I rushed down the house towards the back door.

"Give them the key!" Lawrence shouted, "Give them what they want!"

I ignored him, and I tried yanking the back door open, but it was still no use. They had locked us in completely, and they weren't going to let us go unless I gave them the key. Or they'd take it from me.

"Sally, Katherine, no! What if they come behind me?" Lawrence shouted again.

I let out an annoyed sigh, "Hang on!" I shouted back as both me and Sally continued to try and yank open the door, "It's locked."

"Sally! Katherine!"

"It won't open!" Sally yelled in frustration.

Giving up, we began to search around. Trying to look for another way out, trying our best to ignore Lawrence's shouts for help. As long as he didn't take his eyes of it, he would be fine, apart from being scared. Finally we found a door that led down to the bottom of the house, probably the cellar. And, hopefully, if we were lucky, a way out.

"Larry, they've blocked up the back door, but there's a cellar." Sally shouted, "There might be a way out. Delivery hatch or something."

I heard a faint reply from Lawrence as I headed down the stairs along with Sally towards the cellar. We walked down cautiously in case of any angels. But when we got down there, we realized that we didn't need to. Because all three of the angels were down there, gathered around the TARDIS.

"Okay boys. We know how this works." I said, "You can't move so long as I can see you." I pulled out my key bringing it up so both me and Sally could look at with while still looking at the angels.

"A whole world in a box, the Doctor says." Sally said and I nodded, "Well I hope you're not lying 'cause I don't see how else we're getting out."

I saw a blur of colour and saw Lawrence rush over towards the TARDIS. Turning around quickly, I caught his angel just in time, with its finger pointing towards something.

"Oh look, there's your one."

Lawrence kept his eyes on the angels as he stood by the TARDIS with the help from Sally as both me and her edges closer towards the TARDIS. I had the key in my hand, ready to open the thing so that we would be safe when all of a sudden the lights started flickering. We turned around to look at the angel that had come in after Lawrence and saw that it was now pointing towards the light.

"Oh my God, it's turning out the light!" Sally said.

I rushed towards the TARDIS, fumbling around with the key as I tried to get it into the lock. It was difficult given that I had to rush and because of the flickering light I could barely see anything.

"Katherine, hurry up!" Lawrence shouted, "Get it open!"

"I can't find the lock!" I shouted back.

"They're getting closer, Katherine! Come on!"

"It won't turn!"

"Katherine, hurry up!" Sally screamed.

Finally the key turned and the door opened and the three of us piled in through the small door and I slammed the door shut behind us. I smirked slightly as I watched Sally and Lawrence look around the TARDIS in awe. I was wondering when they were going to come out with the usual 'It's bigger on the inside thing.' I didn't get to hear Martha say it when she did, if she even did. And I really wanted to hear someone say it. Also I knew how upset the Doctor would be if they said it and he missed it.

"This is Security Protecol 712." Came the Doctor's voice as a hologram of him appeared in front of us, "This time capsule has detected the presence of an authorised control disc, valid one journey." Lawrence pulled the DVD case out of his hoodie pocket, opening it to reveal the disc that was now glowing a golden colour, "Please inset the disc and prepare for departure."

"Lawrence, the DVD players over here." I said gesturing the slot in the console which me and the Doctor had used to watch movies a couple of times, "Come on."

Suddenly the TARDIS jolted and all three of us fell onto the cold, metal flooring.

"They're trying to get in!" Lawrence said.

"Well hurry up then!" Sally growled.

Through all the getting thrown around the TARDIS, Lawrence finally managed to get the DVD in. And the TARDIS started to make the humming noise as it dematerialized. It was only when I looked over to Sally and Lawrence that I realized they were dematerializing in front of me and the TARDIS was taking me but now them.

"It's leaving them behind." I said to myself, "No! Doctor! You can't!"

I heard the screams of the two of them, growing fainter until they eventually disappeared. I put my head in my hands and the thought came to my mind. The angels have got them. I didn't understand why The Doctor left them behind. He knew they would die if the angels got them.

I felt the TARDIS come to a halt and I stood still for a second, wondering if I should go out there or not. I didn't need to in the end, as the door swung open and The Doctor came in grinning happily at me. He ran along the floor towards me, stretching out his arms to give me a hug. But instead I gave hit him in the arm again and he stepped back in shock.

"You hit me, again! What did I do wrong?!" he asked.

"You left them there!" I shouted at them, "What if the angels get them?!"

"Kat," The Doctor said in a calm tone, "You've seen the future versions of them; you know they're going to be okay."

He was right. I had completely forgotten, but I had, "But how?" I asked.

"They were all circled around the TARDIS." The Doctor explained, "When it dematerialized, they were all looking at each other."

I grinned, "That is brilliant!" I said happily as I pulled him into a hug.

"Decided you're going to be happy to see me now then?" he smirked.

"Oh shut up." I said slapping his back lightly, "I'm always happy to see my best friend."

We were interrupted by my phone going off in my pocket. Right now I was so happy that The Doctor didn't know what the Doctor Who tune was. That would have been embarrassing. I had been meaning to change it, but I always forgot. Besides I wouldn't have anything decent to change to. All my other ringtones are rubbish; they just can compete with the epic-ness of the Doctor Who theme tune.

"Hello?"

"Thank god, you're okay." Martha's voice came down the line. Her voice suddenly turning to one that sounded relieved to one that sounded very, very pissed off, "You said you'd call me later. It's been like a day."

"I've been rather busy doing…" I drifted off trying to think how the hell I could explain the adventure I had just hand, "Never mind. I found him anyway, by the way."

"Did you? Oh thank God. Where?"

"1969." I said looking up at The Doctor, who was watching me intently as I paced around the console room.

"What?" Martha sighed, "Do I even want to ask?"

"Not really." I said, "But if you meet us somewhere I can explain it."

"Sounds like a good idea. Oh and I'll be wanting a word with The Doctor too."

"He's in some deep trouble with you, huh?"

"You bet he is." Martha said, "I'm going to kick his skinny little arse for being so damn irresponsible. Anyway get him to fly to Cardiff, I'll meet you there."

"See you in a few."

I hung up the phone and spun around to the look at the Doctor, who right now had his eyebrow raised at me. I smirked. Oh this was going to be fun.

"Who was that then?" The Doctor asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. How dumb could he be? How many people do I actually know in this universe? Oh that's right two, and one of them is him, "Oh you know, just Dora the explorer. No one important." I said with every word dripped in sarcasm, "Martha. She wants us to meet her in Cardiff, she wants to talk to you."

The Doctor looked at my wide eyed, "I'm in trouble aren't I?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Only a tiny bit." I said smirking.

The Doctor sighed, "Brilliant." He said, as he began to walk around the console, pressing buttons. "And it's not like I can't say no either, because I need to re-fuel. Just my luck."

"Oh cheer up Doctor." I said as I walked up to him and nudged him, "This is going to be fun."

Authors Note: Meh, the ending seems a bit chunky but there you go. It was so hard to re-write this, but I think I managed to do it well enough. It make sense to me, but if any of you get confused just leave a question in a review and I'll get back to you. Utopia is next and I'm dead excited.

Until then… Allons-y;)